Rise, O my soul, with thy desires to heaven, <br />And with divinest contemplation use <br />Thy time, where time's eternity is given ; <br />And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse, <br />But down in midnight darkness let them lie ; <br />So live thy better, let thy worst thoughts die. <br /> <br />And thou, my soul, inspired with holy flame, <br />View and review, with most regardful eie, <br />That holy crosse whence thy salvation came, <br />On which thy Saviour and thy sin did die; <br />For in that sacred object is much pleasure, <br />And in that Saviour is my life, my treasure. <br /> <br />To thee, O Jesu ! I direct mine eies, <br />To thee my hands, to thee my humble knees; <br />To thee my heart shall offer sacrifice, <br />To thee my thoughts, who my thoughts only sees ; <br />To thee myself—myself and all, I give; <br />To thee I die, to thee I only live.<br /><br />Sir Walter Raleigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crosse-of-christ/
